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• RE: Ragdoll Mix?

  JanH > 10-11-2020, 03:21 PM

  Ragdolls are very popular and folks who want to place kittens/cats will claim the breed. This is common for shelter cats. I would prefer if they were just truthful and described them as similar or Ragdoll type. In any event, they will not. Another favorite scam is to claim papers are available for the cat, but will cost a lot. This despite the fact that the cost of papers for a real Ragdoll is very low.
  
  The way to know you are getting a Ragdoll is to get one with registration in a major association (CFA, TICA ... .) and from a reputable breeder. You will get a kitten who has been selectively bred for many generations to best assure the breed characteristics.
  
  Do not buy based on price, although low prices are a big red flag.
  
  Sounds like you would love a Lynx Ragdoll. They are favorites of ours too.

• RE: Ragdoll Mix?

  Tree > 10-11-2020, 03:55 PM

  We're not buying anyone, Jan. I have four animals in the house. I only intentionally obtained one of them. The other three just showed up and moved in. Fortunately, this hugging cat is the largest of the three.
  
  I tried to get a rescue organization to take this cat in, but they would not. She came during the COVID shutdown in the state, which further limited possibilities. I didn't want her because I didn't want another animal to care for.
  
  We were forced to be together long enough for me to decide I cannot live without her. Now, that's all that matters.

• RE: Ragdoll Mix?

  Codysmom > 10-11-2020, 04:26 PM

  I love your cat she is absolutely gorgeous! I'm so glad you found each other, she sounds PURRFECT! xo

• RE: Ragdoll Mix?

  Tree > 10-11-2020, 05:39 PM

  Thank you, codysmom.  I think she is beautiful.  She stood out immediately the first time I saw her, with that big neck and chest ruff.  She hasn't gotten her full winter coat in yet, and I'm interested in seeing what she will look like this year.  Last spring her coat was badly matted in several places on her back, her sides, and under her neck, and I had to cut all the matted parts off.
  
  I had always hoped I could again have a cat that I loved like I loved Saint Tuna. They are soul mates of the best kind.  It's been a very long time, but I think she's here. 
  
  I didn't want Tuna, either.  I told her so, too.  My three-year-old came home from a restaurant with her where she had gone with her dad.  How do you say no to a three-year-old?  I stood in my living room, if you could call it that, it didn't have much in the way of furniture, smoking a cigarette, because I smoked in those days, and I told that stray cat how things were going to be, including that if it put a single scratch on my kid, it would be outta there in that moment with bodily harm.  I was overwhelmed in those days, poor, single, and stressed.
  
  I then went about my business and the three-year-old had a cat.  I don't think I even petted Tuna, even though I am a life long animal lover.  My daughter would dress Tuna in doll clothes, the reason little girls get bitten by cats more often that little boys.  Tuna wore little colonial dresses and jackets and even caps with little elastic under the chin to hold them on.  My daughter would carry Tuna as if she was a rag doll, slinging her sideways as she walked.  They would go past me and Tuna would stare into my eyes from beginning to end, turning her head to maintain contact as the two of them moved both toward and away from me.
  
  "See," she was saying.  "See what I put up with for you?"
  
  I was hard.  You're gonna have to deal with it, kitty, I told her.  She did.  At night they would be tucked into bed together, and not by me, both of them on their backs with the sheet pulled up to their chins, my kid's arm tight around the cat, the cat wearing her cap.  The cat would stare into my eyes as I read them a story.  
  
  "See," she would think at me.  "Are you looking at what I do for you?"
  
  After six months of that, I looked at Tuna one day and said, "You know what, cat, you're all right.  You have a home with me for as long as you want it."
  
  After I said that, Tuna never again allowed my child to carry her around like a doll.  It was a whole new game, she was off probation, and there would be no more dressing the kitty up. 
  
  She never made a single mark on my baby, not a scratch, not a tooth mark.  Nonetheless, she knew how to take charge.
  
  To this day my 43-year-old daughter has never recovered from the betrayal she felt when Tuna turned out to be my cat.  That cat would not eat if I wasn't there for her.  I could never leave her with anyone else, no matter how loving, because she would die.  She had a harness and leash, and she camped out for two weeks while we traveled by road to Alaska.  I have missed her every day without her, and I'm so happy to have a new kitty to love.

• RE: Ragdoll Mix?

  admin > 10-11-2020, 06:47 PM

  Neat story, thanks for sharing!

• RE: Ragdoll Mix?

  MUM_of_FLUFFY > 10-11-2020, 07:35 PM

  Tree - I giggled so much when I read your story about Saint Tuna!!! I feel very sorry for your daughter, but Tuna chose you!!!

• RE: Ragdoll Mix?

  Tree > 10-11-2020, 09:15 PM

  Mum, I believe that Tuna did choose me. My daughter has said that many times. She once said, "She was always your cat. From the very first day, she was your cat."

• RE: Ragdoll Mix?

  Smudge's Mom > 10-12-2020, 06:45 AM

  Your story reminded me of this poem. I hope you enjoy it as I always have.
  
  Stray Cat
  by Francis Witham
  “Oh, what unhappy twist of fate
  Has brought you homeless to my gate?
  The gate where once another stood
  To beg for shelter, warmth, and food
  
  For from that day I ceased to be
  The master of my destiny.
  While he, with purr and velvet paw
  Became within my house the law.
  
  He scratched the furniture and shed
  And claimed the middle of my bed.
  He ruled in arrogance and pride
  And broke my heart the day he died.
  
  So if you really think, oh Cat,
  I’d willingly relive all that
  Because you come forlorn and thin
  Well…don’t just stand there…Come on in!”

• RE: Ragdoll Mix?

  admin > 10-12-2020, 08:58 AM

  It hung on my grandmother's wall for as long as I can remember and now it's hung on mine
  

• RE: Ragdoll Mix?

  Tree > 10-12-2020, 12:46 PM

  My story is like that! How delightful. Yes, my new baby, Izzy aka Zee, is cat number two, forlorn and thin.
  
  She came to the right place!
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